Fuming, she hung up the phone and, feeling gloomy, dropped her cell phone as well.
Returning to her desk, she looked at the planning document on the computer that was just starting to take shape, but could only save it and send it to her email, intending to mull it over again when she got home that night.
On the subway ride home, she leaned against the seat, exhausted, and her thoughts ran wild as she gazed upon the packed crowd within the carriage.
Just one day at work had made her realize how hard life could be.
As the old saying goes, "It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go back."
In the years she followed Wen Zhan, no matter how much she tried to maintain a boundary, she inevitably indulged in many of the luxuries of high society, and to some extent, became slightly spoiled.
That day, pandering to others, accommodating and appeasing them, and even having to play dumb at times, just the sheer effort spent in social interactions was enough to wear her out.